Forge Three - (Audio/Action)

[bullhorned]

Bloody fairies never manage to get things right, do they?

[Like many, Gendry received his boon two days ago, but he hasn't gotten any closer to making proper use of it. Oh sure, walking back and forth through a set of mirrors is a jolly experience, but it's a pain in the ass if they're both in the same room. Though he won't deny he did have a bit of fun setting them across each other and walking through the portal over and over. But! That's not what he'd wanted!]

Seems if you want something decent, you've got to be specific. Seven hells... [He has no choice! He must do the unthinkable:] Stiles, you still about?

[Yes. He must ask STILES for help. That most dreaded of occurrences! Sure, there might be other people who could teleport him from Cothromach to Troichean Beinn in a blink of the eye. But those are other people and Gendry's faith in other people is roughly equivalent to his faith in this war ending amicably. If he's called a suspicious bastard, then it is a one hundred perfect accurate description of him.

But the locket is still in his hand and he realizes he's addressing both courts at large. Damn.]

... just, be careful about your boons, eh? The fairies like to be stingy, if you let them. [There. He's done the community at large a favor.]


[At the Cothromach]

backdated to 26th
When Gendry wasn't in his room messing about with a set of magic mirrors, he was hard at work at one of the forges. Though he wasn't officially apprenticing at any of the shops, one of the master smiths had agreed to hire Gendry on while he was in the city. So that meant keeping busy as he hammered tirelessly at some new sword. His Shard ached as he drew on its power to give superhuman blows. It was hard work and the sword wouldn't even be his, but he now knew enough about dwarven magic that he could finally give his uncle a good and strong sword. This is what he'd been doing ever since the battle had ended and he'd at last turned his work to other projects. This item was now nearly done and by evening, after he'd honed it to a razor's edge, he would find his uncle's home in the Cothromach to come knocking.

27th
After his message on the lockets, Gendry left to be at his normal routine. He was living in the Keeper's tower now and so he would eat his first and last meals of the day there. Other hours would see him in the market, working at one of the forges earning his wages by small commissions of tools or shoeing horses. Hardly work for an apprentice of Bordan Gret, but he did not seem to mind this simpler work. For those looking to find him or simply anyone in the city looking for goods, he was an easy man to find. His grumbling about boons aside, he was in as good a mood as he could be expected to be in.

Comments

[bullhorned]

[No for the first time he was left to marvel at the absurdity of the bag. He had a mind to ask for his own. Certainly it would make it convenient to carry a full suit of armor around at all times if it could be stored on his belt! But, the magic carpet was unproven in his mind. He regarded it warily.]

You're certain it can carry us both?

[teenyoda]

You've seen it working before, Gen. It's not like it's allergic to you and will just fall because you put your blacksmith ass on it.

[He unrolled it, snapping it open and letting go to let it drop. It stopped a foot from the ground, hovering and rising until it was at the three foot mark, which was general 'resting' mode.]

Jon trusts it. Arya's been on it. Robb... was dragged onto it kicking and screaming, but hey, it got him to Coth.

[bullhorned]

Oh aye, but they're all Starks. They're all bloody mad.

[But what else could he do? He'd come this far. So he rested a hand on the carpet, pressed his weight against it, then sidled himself on top of it. Incredibly, it seemed to stay in place. He peered over the side anxiously.]

How high do you take it?

[teenyoda]

[He waited until Gendry was on to climb on himself, taking hold of the control magically and levitating the carpet up higher.]

Oh, you know, generally high enough that we can get over the mountains.

[It was with no small bit of pleasure that he smirked and put the carpet into drive mode, going into a medium pace for starters to see how well Gendry fared with it before he'd pick it up more.]

[bullhorned]

[Bloody hell. It was smoother than riding a cart or a horse, but at least they had something to hold onto. Gendry was left with little choice but to pinch the rug between his fingers and hold on tightly. He might not have worry of falling off yet, but to do that over mountains? He felt his color drain from him.]

Seven hells. I'm glad we only need do this the one way.

[teenyoda]

[He looked back and saw Gendry looking like he wanted to throw up. Or maybe he'd pass out. The carpet wasn't a tiny throw rug, Gendry. Geez. Suck it up.]

I've been thinking about installing holders. Like, little things for people to hold onto, but it might get in the way if people want to lay down. Go on. Spread out. I'll wake you when we get there. I just don't want you puking on my carpet.

[bullhorned]

[He stares at Stiles appalled.] You expect me to sleep on this thing?

[He could off in his sleep! He might be keeping his lunch down, but he wasn't feeling any safer as time went on. Quite the opposite. The longer this went on, the more opportunity there was for it to go horribly wrong.]

[teenyoda]

Jon did. And Arya. Are you trying to tell me Arya has bigger balls than you? Wow, Gendry. Wow.

[But he smirked as they headed up into the air and in the direction of Troichean Beinn.]

[bullhorned]

Arya ain't got the good sense to be cautious. She'd be long dead now if she had her way.

[Still, he'd been shamed by that well enough and he stopped hunching so low and loosened his grip on the carpet, though his hands were still in place to seize it at a moment's notice.]

[teenyoda]

[He figured that would do it. Didn't really matter what world they came from, you can't compare a guy to a little girl and not have him try to prove you wrong.]

She enjoyed it.

[For Gendry's sake, he kept it on an even path, not playing around like he would with Jon -- who would give him a bruise that'd last for days.]